A/N: Just a little something I wrote in a particularly dull Economics lesson. I rather like it, I hope you do too. Bellatrix Lestrange POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (or any other of JK's characters, for that matter)
I love my husband. At least, I think I do. Why else would I have married him? Why else would we have tried so fruitlessly for an heir for all these years? But I know my heart isn't in it. I know it doesn't belong to him. My heart, my soul, my body all belong to another. I should never have taken his name, Lestrange, for I have never felt as if I am one. Pure-blooded deatheater he may be, but that can't compare to my true love's true power. Imagine my Lord's children. How powerful they would be! And oh, so useful! They could… No! I shouldn't, mustn't get ahead of my self here. Regardless, I want to bear those children. I want to be his love. I am his most faithful servant, always obedient to his every command, always happy to oblige. Yet he still doesn't notice me! What will it take to make him notice me, want me, LOVE me? It can't be too much to ask, surely. After all, I remained loyal to him, even in Azkaban. I gained inside information. For Merlin's sake, I even killed Sirius Black! What more can he want! With his godfather gone, Potter's resolve to survive will surely diminish, making it all the easier for him to be killed. Yet my work has still gone unrewarded. I am still a nobody to my heart's desire, the eternal master Lord Voldemort.
A/N: There you go. What did you think? Please R&R, it makes me feel special :o)